We’re Puppets : Poem from Nauru

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“We’re Puppets”

 

In a black cold night

Tears falling

The CORD has been tied

Conquered feeling

I’ve nothing to lose

Soul has rusted

There’s no way to choose

I’m a PUPPET

I’ve got a hatred master

He’s a BEAST

The lord of POLITICS’ theater

Prisoner of KIDS

But on this black cold night

Everything will end

The cord has been tied

Escape from hell

I am not afraid

I am already dead.

 

  • A. ¬†from Australia’s black site on Nauru
  • art work by Eaten Fish